You tie me up in knots. I want to play you a thousand different songs so you can get a clue of what... I feel inside me.

Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.

What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.

Have you ever been anyone's?" "No. And you?" "I've never wanted to." "Neither have I. Until I saw this lovely girl in Seattle, with big gold eyes, and pink, full lips... and I wondered if she could understand me.

Kick and claw all you like. Scream. Hit me. Curse the f*ck out of me. You won't sleep anywhere but with me tonight.

I'm addicted to you. You're my crack, and you also happen to be the only dealer.

An orgasm is not what I want and I know it. What I want, need, is so much more than that. It's the connection.The exhilarating contact with this human being, a being that compels me like no other. I miss his touch, his kiss. I don't care if he gives me just a little kernel of what he can give; I'm just starving to be fed, and my body has never been like this hungry.